Kagim Made Flesh

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Gonyaul brought his hands up to remove more of his outfit, exposing a tapering channel of skin from his neck down to just above the suggestive region of his lower abdomen; he was mindful not to go any lower.

As an example, he was showing Voah one of the more beautiful patterns of markings on him that resembled a river. It seemed to start at his lower neck and go down from there. A river of calligraphy.

Gonyaul took her right hand and gently brought it along that beautifully designed river where it began at his lower neck. His hand moved past the calligraphy at the pace of translation as he did his best to speak it into common tongue. He spoke with the confidence of a timeless sage.

“Child of the void, every moment is a gift and inside is an opportunity to do something. In that moment, ask yourself who, or what, can I serve. Lead the way in all things with Generosity …”

His hand was at his heart where that word generosity looked to be given special emphasis. He continued

“…it will heal and transform the giver as much as the receiver. There is too much at stake and time is short to not be vulnerable. Therefore, everything you do, or don’t do, matters now and for all time.…”

Their hands had reached his lower abdomen. To continue tracing the script would mean to go further south beneath his clothing. He politely paused the descent to stop right before that point.

“Rest is under clothes lower.” He said blushing.

“…Take bold risks to increase your seating, serving and sending capacity. Treat all as uncommon and of high value, being grateful for what you have been allowed to experience and the people you experience it with. In this way, Kagim will flow through you to complete the good that started at the beginning. Be persistent, passing all tests towards steadfastness, to gain wisdom and talents to serve others and create solutions to the foreign malevolence and suffering stealing from life.”

Gonyaul’s stopped speaking. As he had shared the example with her, the more he had continued the more flushed his breathing became. It was obvious to Voah that the more her hand ran along the marks the more it effected him physically. There was no way of hiding it, his reaction, so Gonyaul just came out with the truth. “Toxin bleach skin as it absorb, but leave skin most sensitive forever.” He was catching his breath and at one point even stifled a soft moan.

Listening intently, Voah's eyes followed the script like a brush. The words were indeed sagacious akin to a Holy dogma. Words to live and die by.

His sensitivity to touch didn't escape her attention and she had noticed it before. If what he said was true... of course it was... then he must have intense self discipline and willpower to perpetually contain such sensations.

Her breathing began to match his and she could feel her pulse beating in her wrist and neck. She closed her hand into a fist, allowing them both a respite. Then she anxiously brushed some of the hair out of her face and took a breath.

"...It says all of that... under there? Even on your...?"

He nodded.

"Hoi, all of that must have been very painful!" she said in awe.

He laughed as he was regaining his composure. It was more than the touch, as sensual as it was, that had effected him. It was the intimacy and his frame of mind while her hand touched him that took him so quickly to arousal.

“Not on my …. It wrap around left side to inner thigh and up around bottom to lower back. Other marks written on my …. “ he trailed off and just blushed.

He recalled the process of receiving the marks. “Yes much pain. Like bites follow by fire. Took two years complete, many hours day. Much like scholars train.” He was trying to say it was like higher level education.

Voah's eyebrows raised in fascination as he explained. She too had gone through painful and merciless training in the monastery. Torture techniques, some that she had learned from the witches that bound her, others she learned from the Inquisition. Monastic pain endurance training included making and taking repetitive blows and rigorous excerises.

While the other students may have developed callouses, she did not, her body miraculously remained unscathed. Her boon of healing meant that every wound, every injury still felt like the first time. Her body never gained a tolerance for the pain, but she learned to cope and overcome that with her mind. She was very much out of practice as far as patience and endurance was concerned. The mosquitos of Sentinel Island had drove that point home. Full body tattoos that felt like 'Bites followed by fire'? That would be a new pain. She resolved to continue her training.

"I should very much like to learn more about this script and record it... if you are willing? she said.'

Gonyaul reached across the short distance between them and gave Voah an appreciative hug. He followed it with an enthusiastic kiss. He seemed very happy. He also seemed relieved, as if a burden had been lifted from his shoulders.

“Thank you so much. This great gift. Will give you full tour and much time as need. I was so worried if I die, all would be forever lost. Concerned no one know how help hold me accountable.”

Back with his people they all shared the responsibility of progressing the information. Out here on his own, he was the only carrier of the good news and there was no backup. Boyce was going to start the process; however, that fell through when he died.

He gave her one more kiss and sighed happily, “I feel better about this now, knowing you are a part of it.”

She was surprised at such enthusiasm, not realizing that her interest aligned with something that mattered so much to him. She viewed recording it as a privilege where he received it as a gift.

"Boūii! We will get started today, nnn? Next rest? But before we lose light."